Turn to face the door as it was open. Tried not to worry about what had been said and done.
I can't turn back the clock, my friend! I can't turn it back to the old days when we were what we wanted to be...

Can't fake it! Such an illusion.

The room with mirrors and the doll at the window.
Rested in peace as I layed down at your feet.
Reminding me of the past and the trees in the backyard.
Your trust and not your hand! Your ring of fire in the head as though some saint couldn't get it back!